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Tfp OP receiving massages since he needs to relax, even Primes should have a moment to themselves. Ratchet offers to do it since he's OP's oldest friend, even before the war, and being gentle towards the tired Prime. OP adores the massage that he gets too comfortable that he let his valve panels open. Moments later, he's full on Ratchet's transfluid and is probably carrying a litter of four sparklings.

i love sexy massages. mhmmm. Ratchet using his skilled medic’s hands to rub the tension out of Optimus’ back pistons and tubing, loosening up the cogs and untangling wires…. Optimus’ engine is purring, he’s so comfortable, especially when Ratchet reaches for his lower back and releases all that tension that was accumulated down there. His panels opens quietly, spike only partially pressurized and valve getting wet. Ratchet is very flattered.

Optimus gets flustered, tells him he doesn’t have to bother and that he’s sorry, but Ratchet is already rubbing his pretty valve and telling him how good he is. A little spike and valve massage is good for his health.

Optimus gets fucked nice and slow from behind, valve clinging to Ratchet’s spike, milking it for all the transfluid it has to give. He definitely ends up with a big litter at the end of this. 

this thing on

LIVE MIKO REACTION❗❗

Just bros being dudes

Im imagining Megatron casually sitting back and reading a datapad, with one arm around Rodimus to keep him from squirming too much. He doesn't really need to though... Roddys sitting in his lap, legs wrapped around him and face buried in his shoulder

Grinding his valve down where it's impaled on Megatrons spike

Every little movement he can't stop himself from doing makes him whine and tear up, because Megs just spent a few hours overloading him into oblivion

Every part of his valve is ridiculously oversensitive, every single node and sensor is being overstimulated by the massive spike, and he's completely helpless and too fucked out to do anything except grind mindlessly.

Them spending the night like that, and every so often Megs will put down his datapad, grab Roddy by the hips, and slam him down on his spike until Megs gets his own overload. Then he picks up the datapad, with Rodimus still sobbing and trembling from the aftershocks of his own overloads, and starts reading again. Casual as can be

TFone MOP

(Forgive my poor English)

When Noah gets drunk, he really sweet-talks his adorable alien boyfriend.

Ultra Magnus and Predaking.... fighting being like a mating and claiming ritual for predacons. Predaking managing to overpower Magnus in a fight, roaring and pinning him to the ground on his front

When Magnus feels those long sharp talons dig between the armour plates on his back, he's sure that's it for him. He has lost. He's incapacitated. He knows backup isn't coming soon enough

He's expecting deactivation, or at least pain- He's not expecting to feel his legs kicked apart and claws on his modesty panels. Those panels are easily pried off with sharp claws

Magnus doesn't quite have the time to process what's happening- he kicks on instinct, attempting to struggle, only to hear Predaking growl and dig those claws further into his plating. But what makes him freeze is when he feels the press against his now exposed array. It's not even the pressure of the dragons spike that freaks him out, it's the fact that it makes him aware that he's already wet

Was it the fight?? The grappling?? The hot fuel pumping through his lines?

He feels the thick shaft rub against the entrance to his embarrassingly slick valve. The angry growl softens into a pleased purr. But the purr is closer, faceplate now close enough to the back of Magnus' helm that he can feel the hot air escaping the others intake

He has just enough time to realise the other is nuzzling against his neck cables before he screams, his valve suddenly split open by the massive spike. Reflexively, he tenses, his valve clenching, drawing another purr from Predaking. In his horror, he realises the other is still pushing in further. Magnus can only cry out and attempt to kick again as his already full valve is stretched impossibly wide

The spike slides further and further into him, forcing his callipers to click and strain. It burns and yet Magnus embarrassingly just leaks more lubricant. He tries his best to struggle and yell, but when that spike sinks all the way in and bumps against the seal to his gestation tank, his cries are clearly no longer of pain

He's so full. If he could put a servo on his torso he would probably feel Predaking's spike through his plating. Magnus doesn't want to think about it. It's not sending a hot shower down his spinal struts

When the spike begins to slide out of him, Magnus almost lets out a sigh of relief- before it slams back into him. He gasps, his whole frame jerking foward with the force. The thick shaft slides in and pushes against all his internals. Another thrust in and Magnus is suddenly acutely aware that it brushes past his waste tank

His audials are filled with the pleased growls and pants from Predaking as he's roughly pounded into. Every stroke makes Magnus' valve attempt to clench, as impossible as that is, and drool even more slick all over Predaking's spike and onto the ground. He's definitely not gasping and shuddering in pleasure as the spike slams into all his sensitive nodes, pushing against his waste tank, making his waste port twitch and clench

When Predaking suddenly roars, he thrusts in with even more force, slamming into Magnus' ceiling node. Magnus just knows he's screaming. He's yelling in pleasure and feeling fuller than he's ever been. Is- is the spike getting even bigger? Predaking's spike pulses inside him and starts to swell at the base. The pressure is too much. Magnus is screaming again as his overload crashes over him, his valve calipers cycling and attempting to clench around the spike

He's so full. He's so so full and all the clenching and tensing and he's vaguely aware there's so much pressure on his waste tank that his waste port finally fails. He's moaning and twitching on Predaking's spike, waste fluids squirting and spraying all over. He can feel another pleased rumble through his back plates as Predaking ruts his knotted spike further into Magnus' sopping wet valve

As the overload finally begins to fade and Magnus flops onto the ground, he's acutely aware that he's still stupidly full. He can only groan as he feels the knot shift inside him

But then the knot pulses again and Magnus moans. It swells again. Magnus is already such a mess it just pushes more piss out of him, leaking out onto the ground as he feels the spike stretch him further

But it doesn't just swell. The mass moves. It seems to shift further into him. Magnus only realises too late what it is when he feels even more force against the seal of his gestation tank. There's nothing he can do. He can't pull away. He's locked in place. He can only keen as the egg slips out the tip of Predaking's spike and forces its way past the seal to his forge

And they keep coming. More eggs push their way into his frame, each one making him shudder and leak more fluids all over. By the time the knot goes down and the spike is finally withdrawn from his frame, Magnus is a shaking and whimpering mess, his valve loose and gaping, laying in a pool of his own lubricant, transfluid, and waste fluid

Oh and Predaking is pleased. He leans down and trails his long tongue over the ruined valve, licking up the messy fluids, running it over Magnus' swollen and oversensitive node. That tongue dives into the valve, helping clean him up a little, and Magnus can only cry out as he overloads again, spurting even more fluids out of his leaky holes

god yes that's so fucking hot. knot and piss into that prim and proper bot Predaking!! go on... egg him

D-16 should get his valve eaten out and I feel like he would try really hard to be quiet (and he fails)

you just KNOW he's chewing a goddamn hole in that pillow trying to shut himself up.

meanwhile orion is in perfect box munching bliss

btw you should buy my zine